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Living in Suburbia

A/n: I can't get online!!! In fact, I'm not even updating this! My good friend Almatari is!

Starring: Patrick 'Spot' Conlon, Jack Sullivan

Chapter 13--Mail

—Spot's PoV—

Rarely do I ever get mail. My father brought it around midday, but my mother refused to speak with him. Mrs. O'Connor took the letter, along with our other mail, from him and the shut the door.

I read the letter first, very slowly. His scrawl was even and neat. It filled the paper, the ink bleeding into the threads of the fibre, indicating that he was probably pressing down hard on the page.

He addressed the letter to Snipeshooter and I. The sentence that closed the letter stuck in my mind. I'll be better, but I'm not yet.

He was going to get better. He was trying, this letter proved it. A feeling of pride and sorry grew in my gut. I showed the letter to Snipeshooter, who read it and looked sad. Then I brought it over to Skittery's house because even thought Specs doesn't know it, he's our brother too.

—Jack's PoV—

There was a thin letter lying on my dresser when I came into my room today. The envelope was slightly yellowed and the letter inside was smooth and unwrinkled. Specs' writing filled the page.

It was short, but meaningful. Specs has always been a good friend and an influence in my life, but I realized that he's so special now that he's written down everything that he did.

I realize how lonely he must be, especially now that his roommate is at Cherrywood.

Specs was never as strong as Spot and Snipeshooter. Maybe I was supposed to be strong for him. The more I read the letter, the more sure I am that I could have done something. No, I don't blame myself, but I do feel like I should have noticed. We'd been friends for so long, how could I think that he had just ditch me?

It takes me a while, but even though Specs is gone, has missed our senior year, maybe I'm the one who's the bad friend. I didn't fight. I just let him slip away.

End Chapter

Yes, I know, shortest chapter ever. At least I updated, OK?

Leave me alone. I've been on the computer all day writing. I'm tired.

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Thanks everyone! Sorry this is so short and impersonal, but I need to go eat and sleep and stop being on the computer.

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